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Plays and poems
Boker, George H. (1823-1890)
POEMS.
THE PODESTA'S DAUGHTER;
THE IVORY CARVER.
PROLOGUE.
THE IVORY CARVER.
EPILOGUE.
THE SONG OF THE EARTH.
PRELUDE.
SONG OF THE EARTH.
FINALE.
THE VISION OF THE GOBLET.
ODE TO ENGLAND.
THE QUEEN'S TOUCH.
[I have a cottage where the sunbeams lurk]
ODE TO A MOUNTAIN OAK.
THE RIVER AND THE MAIDEN.
VESTIGIA RETRORSUM.
A BALLAD OF SIR JOHN FRANKLIN.
THE SIEGE OF CABEZON.
COUNT CANDESPINA'S STANDARD.
THE DEATH OF DOÑA URRACA.
THE LEGEND OF MARIA CORONEL.
SONGS AND SONNETS.
THE ROSE OF GRANADA.
[There was a gay maiden lived down by the mill]
LIDA.
[Yes, I loved her! Bear me witness]
[When we meet again, shall I behold no shrinking]
[The fever in my blood has died]
[I sit beneath the sunbeams' glow]
[Wheel on thy axle, softly run]
STREET LYRICS.
I. THE GROCER'S DAUGHTER.
II. A MYSTERY.
III. THE TWO BIRDS.
IV. FLOWERS AT THE WINDOW.
THE AWAKING OF THE POETICAL FACULTY.
TO ANDREW JACKSON.
TO LOUIS NAPOLEON.
TO ENGLAND.
1.
[I. Lear and Cordelia! 'twas an ancient tale]
2.
[II. Stand, thou great bulwark of man's liberty]
3.
[III. At length the tempest from the North has burst]
4.
[IV. Far from the Baltic to the Euxine's strand]
5.
[V. O, men of England, with an anxious heart]
6.
[VI. Once more old England's banner on the gale]
7.
[VII. Faint not nor tremble, birthplace of my sires]
TO AMERICA.
1.
[I. What, cringe to Europe! Band it all in one]
2.
[II. What though the cities blaze, the ports be sealed]
TO THE MEMORY OF JOHN SERGEANT.
TO THE MEMORY OF M. A. R.
TO THE MEMORY OF S. S.
TO BAYARD TAYLOR.
1.
[I. What changes of our natures have not been]
2.
[II. The world seems strangely altered to me, friend]
[How the fixed gaze of unadmiring time]
[Dear is the fruit of sorrow, priceless store]
[Not when the buxom form which nature wears]
[Spring, in the gentle look with which she turns]
[Either the sum of this sweet mutiny]
[I'll call thy frown a headsman, passing grim]
[Nay, not to thee, to nature I will tie]
[How canst thou call my modest love impure]
[Why shall I chide the hand of wilful Time]
[Love is that orbit of the restless soul]
[Thou who dost smile upon me, yet unknown]
[Fear not, dear maid, the love I give to thee]
[Where lags my mistress while the drowsy year]
[O! would that Fortune might bestow on me]
[Your love to me appears in doubtful signs]
[No gentle touches of your timid hand]
[Doubt is the offspring of a self-distrust]
[As at an altar, love, behold me kneel]
[I do assure thee, love, each kiss of thine]
[To win and lose thee! In one hour to sa,]
[Here part we, love, beneath the world's broad eye]
[And shall we part without a parting kis?]
[No hope is mine, no comfort mine; for I]
[Imagine, love, that I bent over thee]
[My lady sighs, and I am far away]
[If, by an absence of unnumbered years]
[Hence, cold despair! I do believe that they]
ON MY LADY'S LETTER.
[The ghostly midnight settles on my heart]
[In this deep hush and quiet of my soul]
[I have been mounted on life's topmost wave]
[Ah! would to heaven that this dear misery]
[Sometimes, in bitter fancy, I bewail]
[To-night the tempest rages. All without]
[Another shriek like that, O furious wind]
[Again the tireless winds are rushing past]
[Thank Heaven, a lull—a lull in the long roar]
[What fancy, or what flight of wingéd thought]
[I know art hardens what my love would speak]
[Yet, love, forgive thy Poet if his lays]
[O! for some spirit, some magnetic spark]
[There is a sorrow underlies mere grief]
[To love thee absent were sufficient pain]
[Why should I cheat my heart with open lies]
[Ah! let me live on memories of old]
[In vain to thee I stretch imploring arms]
[Time shall not dry thy ever-falling tears]
[I do not sorrow that thy love was cast]
[I heard a voice that through the midnight cried]
[Like old King Hamlet sleeping in the flowers]
[No forward step in all my history]
[I will not blazon forth thy sacred name]
[As a sad hermit in his cloistered cell]
[Only through this, this precious gift of song]
[Fate, of all seasons, chose the happy time]
[I shall be faithful, though the weary years]
[I have not turned for sympathy to friends]
[Across the waters, through the void of night]
[Here let the motions of the world be still]
[All the world's malice, all the spite of fate]
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Plays and poems
George H. Boker
1823-1890
Ticknor and Fields
Boston
1857
Plays and poems